It’s Contagious
When you share your life 24/7 with the ole cowboy there are things that can be contagious. Who knew it would be fall house cleaning. I was folding laundry in the bathroom and through the window there was commotion out on the patio that caught my eye. The door of the patio porch was open and there was one thing after another being pitched out the doorway. Dennis was in the midst of cleaning the patio porch.
We do have up to five inches of snow that may be coming our way and this most likely would be the last day of the kitty boxes being pitched out onto dry concrete to freshen them up. Believe me the boxes and baskets were being flung. Rugs were being shook and put on the clotheslines. Kitty blankets were being pulled apart to let the breeze take a bit of the fur. There was enough to make a fifth kitty for the patio porch. I stayed clear of the project. It’s possible I can put a damper on projects that were Dennis’ idea if I budge in. As time went on, I could see Dennis moving chairs and running the vacuum from north to south, from east to west. Gotta love that guy. In time I got a phone call that the patio porch was ready to receive company . . . “Bring coffee.”
It was enjoyable to sit and have coffee in the tidy patio porch. It may not stay this clean for long, but just as in the house, we can now start with clean dirt.
I can add that last night as Dennis was going to be going to bed with the new CPAP gear there were a few tries to get the head gear to fit just right. As we thought we had it right, it didn’t take long after Dennis pulled up the covers, he knew that there was too much air escaping from one area or another. The fourth adjustment was the winner. I am a light sleeper and the home was totally quite throughout the hours. Tonight will be the ultimate test as to being able to leave the head gear just as it was taken off this morning by a simple release of the magnets. Time will tell. I give Dennis so much credit for working through the challenges for the quality of health that he enjoys. Believe me . . . if he wasn’t feeling good . . . fall housecleaning for the kitties and the patio porch would not be going on. Priceless.